The Jerkboy Allure Anthem

[Verse 2]
I’ve got guys waiting in a line
For me to play my evil girly games with all their minds
Just watch me, I’ve got it down to a simple art
Just bat my eyes like this, and there’s a broken heart
But somehow, you turned the tables, what the hell?
I can charm the pants of anyone else but you

Female hypergamy is fed by male neediness. It is starved by male aloofness. And when a woman is heart-hungry for a man, she’ll go to great lengths — and great widths — to prove she is worth his attention.

Jerkboys are alluring to women because they don’t feed women’s allure. Beta bux “waiting in a line” to fluff her ego can only follow the script she gives them, but Sir Stephen* flips the script — “you turned the tables” — and resists her charms, or at least acts like he resists.

A man not falling to his knees to polish her pussy pedestal? Outrageous! (and oddly arousing) The jerkboy doesn’t wait in lines; he makes girls wait in a line for the pleasure of his pumpery.

CH Maxim #1: Love to a girl is when she feels a man could reject her any moment. Then her heart opens to the romantic possibilities.

I know right? She is fucking awful and she chubbed out faster than Christina Aguilera. Within a year or two of hitting fame she was a cellulite ridden mess.

The -funniest- by far video of someone taking the piss outta Ke$ha is another youtube famous celebra-ho. Jenna Marbles. She is hot AF though, but she was an ‘early adopter’ of getting famous off your ass on the internet basically.
She is a smart chick, compared to the rest of ’em but still a fame whore, IMHO.

“Tongue punch my fartbox” — still lulzy

And the video where the ho’ ratio sent her off the charts (but again rockin’ body that is pure white girl w/o the gross Kardashian ass)

Jenna Marbles. Haven’t thought about her in years, but like you say, actually somewhat intelligent and interesting, at least for a woman. Also about as close to a perfect 10 as you’re likely to see outside of laboratory conditions, in spite of her potty mouth (she’s American, she can’t help it).

The hardest part for me is when to balance that natural aloofness with interest. Had lots of women in past tell me thru FB (years after) that they crushed hard on me in HS but didn’t think I was into them. All those wasted opportunities.

The turning point for me was just going in for a kiss after chatting a bit, regardless of the vibe. The ones who turned it down then spent the rest of their night thinking about it and wondering if they made a mostake, and always ended up dating me after.

You don’t gotta say it, I know you ain’t stayin’ over
And I won’t even mention the fact that you’re never sober
I never know which side I’m gonna get tonight
And the closer we get, the less I think I know you

But you’re just my type
The kind that only calls me late at night
You can’t decide if you’ll be yours or mine
I hate to say it, but you’re just my type
Yeah, you’re just my type, yeah, yeah
Just my type
Yeah, you’re just my type, yeah, yeah

Just my type
Yeah, you’re just my type, yeah, yeah

And I’m foolin’ myself, ’cause I know that I’ll never change ya
But you told me the truth, so I guess I can’t really blame ya
No, you’re not the one, but you’re all I want, yeah
People say I’ll get hurt, I don’t know what they’re so afraid of

But you’re just my type
The kind that only calls me late at night
You can’t decide if you’ll be yours or mine
I hate to say it, but you’re just my type
Yeah, you’re just my type, yeah, yeah

talk about alpha males?
i guarantee he saved his sister and a pack of fine all american girls.

motherfuckers come on here begging for pussy. it ain’t all about the pussy. some heroic ca bros.

when they get this faggot jarhead’s info, they will either find:

1. a trail from jealous muh sod beta kusher to cerno to mk ultra to ian david long- just to make me mad and prove nothing is safe.
2. the faggot jarhead couldn’t get no pussy and the pussy he wanted was with a better man at the bar.

anyone in the alt kIke that calls this a false flag, i will hunt them down. way too close to home. don’t want to see the rest of the list…………………….

Compare to the lyrics when she still had youth going for her, if nothing else:

C’mon

Saw you leaning against that old record machine
Saw the name of your band written on the marquee
It’s a full moon tonight so we gettin’ rowdy
Yeah, we gettin’ rowdy, get-get-gettin’ rowdy
Feeling like I’m a high schoo-ler sipping on a warm wine cooler
Hot ’cause the party don’t stop, I’m in a crop top like I’m working at Hooters
We been keepin’ it PG but I wanna get a little frisky
Come gimme some of that, yum like a lollipop, let me set you free
C’mon ’cause I know what I like
And you’re looking just like my type
Let’s go for it just for tonight
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
Now don’t even try to deny
We’re both going home satisfied
Let’s go for it just for tonight
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
C’mon
Write our names on the wall in the back of the bar
Steal some bubblegum from the corner meximart
Yeah, we’re laughing like kids causing trouble in the dark
Causing trouble in the dark, tr-tr-trouble in the dark
Feeling like a saber-tooth tiger sipping on a warm Budweiser
Touch me and gimme that rush, better pack a toothbrush, gonna pull an all-nighter
We been keepin’ it Kosher, but I wanna get it on fo’ sure
Come gimme some of that, yum like a lollipop, baby, don’t be scared
C’mon ’cause I know what I like
And you’re looking just like my type
Let’s go for it just for tonight
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
Now don’t even try to deny
We’re both going home satisfied
Let’s go for it just for tonight
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
I don’t wanna go to sleep
I wanna stay up all night
I wanna just screw around
I don’t wanna think about
What’s gonna be after this
I wanna just live right now
I don’t wanna go to sleep
I wanna stay up all night
I wanna just screw around
I don’t wanna think about
What’s gonna be after this
I wanna just live right now
C’mon ’cause I know what I like
And you’re looking just like my type
Let’s go for it just for tonight
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
Now don’t even try to deny
We’re both going home satisfied
Let’s go for it just for tonight

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This is the ultimate female fantasy. I even know virgin brides, married for over a decade, who have fantasized about this unbridled (heh) dream.

The Tao of Steve (named after Steve McQueen, Steve Austin “the 6 million dollar man” and Steve Mcgarrett of the original “Hawaii 5.0.”):

1. Be Desireless
2. Be Excellent
3. Be Gone

Saw this in a sh1tty 1990s movie years ago but no joke, it works. It gave words to stuff that naturals do in the field.

1. Is CH’s outcome independence. Betas smell of desire.
2. Is let her see you being great at something. Eg. The witty guy in the group, or the captain of the football team. Or even nuking the sh1t tests. Remember that photo of Melania staring at the God Emperor being sworn into office?
3. Is be unavailable to her for “friend zone” BS. And get out before you get serious about her, if that’s your intention.

Or, modified a bit, you can use the Tao of Steve in a LTR or marriage.

Howyoudoing. Gots to ask yoy, CH & all, how would you proceed in a situation like mine: Ok so my sister is twenty-something and has married a mexxikkan wedback. Sister calls me crying and all, says her husband (truly) beat her up and str@ngled her. I went to save her and called the police and all that, police says “this isn’t even the first time we come here”, my sister said she has been hit and sl@pped before. So sister slept at my place.

Then next morning I wake up and she is gone. I ask where is she at? She said she’s going to some festival and (omg) HOPE’S she finds her husband there, she had asked her to come. Yadda yadda, I don’t know what I should do. My mother knows what I am like and she said if I ever touch this mexxxican then she disowns me or something lol.

So I don’t know how I could help my lil sister, she’s in a toxic wetbag marriage. Cheers & have a nice day